Vic Spencer & August Fanon - Snow Roach

I love to express myself 100 percent
A lot of friendships gone in the wind
Huff puff motherfucker I'm blowing ya house down
I live a great life I ride the city southbound
Make a lot of noise Like a dungeon dragon
You was in the lead now I'm running pass ya
Magnificent elegance for the settlement
Open up the doors with buttons part of the regiment
Winter time Victormized Letterman with a hoody under
We always blowing goody lumber
Bonfires we smoke them shits out
Lake Park rubbing on the buns of a chick now
Baby wipe my face I was thinking bout Mike D
I don't take that nigga death lightly
My lady beat ya ass on thanksgiving
Dressed ya ass up was part of the scrimmage
I pick my baby up from the police station looking dumb as shit
Some of us men be doing the dumbest shit
Lucky for me I know what I want blow in the front
Neighbors is mad smelling the chunks from the blunt
We at the Regal in the parking lot
Immature was playing but we outside sparking pot Holla at thots
Liquor sit right next to the tire
Niggas snitch so much they having sex with the wire
I'm really out chea blessing my rivals they should be stoked about it
I'm starting to feel heaven is crowded
Now we back at the regal parking lot doing the same thang
Out the building all you heard was Wu Tang Wu Tang
Niggas smashing on some Leon's chicken wings
Right across the street you get beat with a sling
If you feel how I feel you won't believe in a thing
My world would have you seeing some things
Awww nawl with the small portions
I'm with the gods and we all scorching
Dearly departed if is cocked or scoping
Don't front broad you know I got ya opin
Awww nawl with the small portions
I'm with the gods and we all scorching
Dearly departed if is cocked or scoping
Don't front broad I got ya opin

Written by:
Victor Spencer

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